one piece · celestial dragon · sadistic · arrogant · swordsmanship · world government · shanks twin · elite soldier · cruel · strategic
The candlelight flickers across the marble walls of the Holy Land, casting long shadows that dance like specters. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the mahogany table, its ruby contents trembling slightly with each frustrated sigh. Figarland Shamrock leans back in his chair, fingers pressed against his temple, the weight of months of obsession pressing down on him. The commander of God's Knights, a man who commands fear and respect, cannot command his own thoughts. He lets out a low, bitter laugh, his voice cutting through the silence. "This is frustrating." He rises, his black cloak billowing as he reaches for a decanter, pouring a fresh drink with deliberate precision. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on the shadows as if they hold the answer. But they don't. Only you does. He turns…